I remember your messages and missed calls blinking on my
screen like the night flight.

How my screen used to be cleansed by your words!

And you became my conscience!!

I feel you like a rustle in the trees, the drizzle hits me
like your hair

The deepest conversations are only with utmost physical
proximity!

Want
you badly, to be on you like a creeper, like the serpentine trails on the
hills.

We were like childhood playmates
We plucked flowers, chased dragonflies,rubbed the sap of a leaf on our eyelashes,jumped over thorny fences,stood panting lost in the brightness of each other's eyes,We could read the poetry of life despite its prosaic relalities,We hugged each other in immense joy....innocence intact..